Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they belong to the great George Lucas. Lucky him! But, I do own Zankou, Ghanima/Chani and Alia (just three names which I'm borrowing from Frank Herbert's Children of Dune and Charmed) so no stealing!

KeeperMusicNight: You got really emotional in your review! Tugging on my arm, yelling at me, blinking, etc. But, I'm sorry to say, you were right! Good job, but you're mad so I won't say anything else about it.

Anarra: Sorry, you guess wrong. Maybe this time you'll get it right! Hope so, its sort of easy. Anyway, glad you liked the dream because it took me FOREVER to write it. As for the good as a Jedi bit, well…just wait and see.

AmberButterfly: Yes, Ghanima is going to be with Obi-Wan while Anakin is with Padmé on Naboo. That's sort of a give, so I don't mind spelling it out right now.

Anwinn: Your first guesses were all right! Except for the "join me" bit since you didn't even guess on that. Anyway, you are SO beyond great! You're the only one to guess –whoa! I almost gave it away! Look what you made me do! You got me so happy that I almost said that – ah! I almost did it again! Okay, breathe, breathe. Good! Thanks again, you rock!

Also, thanks to Hippie Jade!

Chapter 24

Three years later…

"You never believed in me! Never!" a young man shouted furiously, his figure was hidden in the light of flames.

"That's not true, and you know it!" a woman argued, green lightsabers crashing together. Both of their voices were strained as they held back sobs, faces were streaked with tears.

"Liar! Everything you've ever said has been a lie!" Another deadly blow to the woman, but she blocked and countered. "You never took my side! You never loved me!"

"No! I've always loved you!" She blocked a blow to her head, and freed her left hand to use the Force against him. He though the same and used his hand to push the Force against her. The battle back and forth – pushing Force and lightsaber.

"Not enough to stay with me!" he bellowed and won the Force fight, then flung the lightsaber from her hand and ran her through.

"Chani!" Anakin called out as he flew up from his bed, straight as a board. His brow was covered with sweat as he looked around the dark room, his breath heavy and erratic.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan rushed into the room of his Padawan, unlit lightsaber in hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Master. Just a dream," he assured him as he stood up and walked over to him, but his nerves were still shaken. Obi-Wan sighed and dropped his lightsaber to his side and turned on the room's lights. "Just a very bad dream."

"What did you see, my young Padawan?" he asked sounding fatherly, which made Anakin smile a bit even though he hated it. Obi-Wan always sounded like he was coddling him.

"I think…I think I saw…" Anakin shook his head under Obi-Wan's concerned eyes, all the while scratching his thick full-grown beard. "Never mind, Master. I'm sure it was nothing."

"You're sure?" he asked, crossing his arms, believing that there was more to it than that. But Anakin nodded, and that was the end of it. "Get some rest, then, Apprentice. We speak to the Council tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," he replied with a nod, which was returned, and Obi-Wan left the room. He worried about his Padawan so much lately. Not only had he been plagued by dreams of his mother on Tatooine, but now he was calling out Ghanima's old name. The dream must have been about her – of that I'm certain. I just don't understand why he won't tell me what he saw.

Walking back to his bed, Anakin ran a hand over his short hair and stopped to finger his braid for a moment. He looked to the side table next to his bed while doing so, gazing at it hesitantly. Sighing heavily, he opened the drawer and pulled out a small box. He opened it, tossing the box back into the drawer, and held Ghanima's necklace. She promised she'd be back for it and he believed her. But that was so long ago – ten years; it felt like forever.

Anakin ran through the dream in his head, trying to come up with an answer. He knew right away who the woman had been by her voice: Chani. Or Ghanima, he still didn't know what to call her. In reality, Anakin hadn't spoken to her in ten years. Ten years ago they separated with her as a Jedi guard for Padmé, and he a Padawan to Obi-Wan.

He missed his sister and mother more with each passing day. Lately though, he couldn't help but wonder what they looked like, how they were doing, the things they'd seen and done. For Shmi, it was obvious – slaves work – but Chani…well, anything could have happened. For all he knew, his dream had already passed and she was dead.

No, that's impossible! Cha…Ghanima wouldn't die without telling me. Okay, that sounds dumb but it's true. Ch…GHANIMA wouldn't die without me there to back her up. She wouldn't – she COULDN'T. I KNOW she's safe and guarding Padmé at this very moment. She's on Naboo and she's in perfect health. I just know it.

P.S.: Two pages total.